Chapter 1187: King Channing's Tax

snow-white snow stained yellow on the ground. Then, the Ninth Prince directly rolled his eyes back, fainted from fright.He drew his sword and kicked Jiang Zhou's corpse aside with his foot. Su Pingbei...h, but even when he cursed, he kept his voice low so only he and his son could hear.At this time, Long Huaiyu's expression wasn't very good either.Even with his deep cunning, standing in the snow for...